The Universalist. [volume] (Chicago [Ill.]) 1884-1897, 1887-01-08

when she isn't teaching him."
81 forgot" said Annie.
"Forgot! All the world'd forget if it
didn't remember" which the faulty girl
could not deny.
So Bobbie remained under nurses wing
for the rest of the day, but the next
morning he was at large again. Dear lit
tie active five-year old sprite, he must
be doing.
"Annie, come and play with me )" had
pleaded the child when the nurse was
attending to this and that, and Jack was
busy with his Greek roots again.
"No, dear, tits too hot; go and find
Romp, and play with him."
"No, 'tisn't bit hot under the trees in
the drive; and Romp is cross and lazy,
and wants to Sleep"
swell, play with yourself, for I'm
busy"
Oh, Annie, when you had arranged all
the flowers, tidied the drawing room and
your own little chamber, and had only to
sit down and get the heroine of your
story out Of the dilemma in which you
left her last night
"How many days has mamma been
gone, Annie?" piped Bobby, wistfully,
following her to the school room door,
inside of which lay that charmed book.
"One."
dis one day most three weeks?" in
quired the mite.
"No, one day is one day"
SIS three weeks, many one days?"
"Twenty-one days make three weeks"
"And is that longer than yesterday and
to-day?"
"You know tits, silly boy. Now run and
and play"
In she went to her book again and
Bobbie away to his own devices.
ooh, dearl how many days a visit is!
must do something or shall kill bees
again, and nurse says tits cruel to do that
cause bees have feeling in them, same
as we have" He was out amid the sum-
mer beauty ON the lawn again, the hum
of insects and the song of birds making
music the lvelong day. II know what
I'll do; I'll gather rose-leaves, and dry
them for mamma, cause that isn't cruel.
flowers don't fell know they don't,
And mamma likes rose leaves to put into
the vases to SMELL" So unused the child
and away to the conservatory.
Poor little unwilling marauder and
spoiler of beauty, would no one stay his
wanton hands, plucking and picking the
finest and choicest blossoms into frag-
ments till his lap was full, as full as such
wasteful little lap could be, scattering
and strewing the way at every step?
"Oh, they smell just like mammals
quoth he, diving his nose into the sweet
booty. Then down he cast them on the
hall floor, and ..darted into the school
room.
Annie and her heroine were just wad-
ing through the hottest and deepest scenes
OF the story. Boobies voice sounded
very far off as he preferred his request.
"Please, Annie, come and reach me
down vase to put mammals rose-leaves
in"
$50 away, Bobbie, and don't bother"
was the rather unladylike reply.
"Tisn't bothering, only want vase
to put mammals rose-leaves in"
"There areno rose-leaves, and no vase,
said positive Annie.
"Ohl there are some rose-leaves, and /
know where to find vase"
"Well, find it then" Ali Annie, Annie!
Jack raised his eyes from his Greek,
but never spoke word; he wished after
wards he had.
so 1 WILL agreed the sprite and stole
away into the drawing room like little
startled sunbeam. He knew it was for
hidden him to enter there alone, and yet =
he reached and mounted high chair, one
of which his indulgent mamma had plac-
ed in every room in the house, where she
herself sat, for wee Boobies use. Well,
he reached and mounted this; standing
thus there stood choice china vase on
bracket within his reach.
Ali giddy little head, small unsteady
legs-therel there he and the vase lay to-
gether on the floor, the vase in fragments
Bobbie, small, mute, white-faced form
like one lifeless. One long scream rang
out from the hapless boy, ere that death
like state stole on. The household came
together at his cry, doctor was sent for
came and spoke of conclusion of the
brain, danger, and even death, looming
in the distance while Annie covered and
shivered under nurses reproof.
"This is your work, Miss Annie; you're
no more to be trusted than the child
himself"
Anon Mrs. Linton was sent for and re.
turned, and hush fell on the house
while life and death, as it were, fingered
in Boobies chamber, to see which should
claim him. Oh! it was life, glorious life
which took him by the hand, and led him